"Why does this man seem to know everything, especially his eyes, which are staring straight at others, so rude and rude. We'll see how he responds when we get to the manor later."
"It's just that the leader of the Ming Cult is even more handsome than in the painting. Wouldn't it be a pity if he killed such a romantic man? Why don't we abandon his martial arts and keep him as a servant?"
"It's Zhao's fault. I forgot about the leader and several people are tired. Everyone, please!" Zhao Min thought for a moment and led the way into the village.
She had asked people to inquire about the top management of the Ming Cult before. Some time ago, the people below found out that the leader of the Ming Cult and the Left Envoy of Guangming, the Green-winged Bat King, had returned to Guangmingding. She set a trap in the villa to capture these people alive. Several people.
When Jingzhou saw Zhao Min being so perverse, he knew that she might be thinking of some bad idea, but he didn't panic, he had everything under control. He wasn't Zhang Wuji who was indecisive. If Zhao Min wanted to capture him, he wouldn't. possible.
After handing the horse to the servant on the side, several people followed Zhao Min and walked in. They saw a hall in front of them. There was a plaque hanging high on the hall with the four characters "Green Willow Villa" written on it.
Wei Yixiao didn't know calligraphy, but he also wanted to show off his family's skills. His old face turned into a chrysanthemum smile and said: "Master, although the calligraphy is good, it is far from the ones you wrote. Otherwise, When we leave, you can write a note and give it to the owner of the village, which can be regarded as a thank you for their hospitality."
This old bat had a good idea and asked himself to do the hard work. Jingzhou immediately laughed and scolded: "The Bat King's abacus is really loud. He wants me to do the hard work. If it were normal, I would definitely not settle with you. But it is really a blessing to meet Mr. Zhao today. If Mr. Zhao doesn’t mind, then I will shamelessly leave a pair of ink pens."
"Oh, is it possible that the leader is proficient in calligraphy?"
Although Zhao Min is a daughter, she is proficient in all kinds of literature, Taoism and martial arts, and has a good understanding of poetry, poetry and poetry. At this time, she became interested when she heard the words of the two women selling melons.
If it wasn't to share the pressure for her father, how could she, a girl from a family, get involved in this fight in the world.
Rather than fighting in the political arena, she would rather recite poems, compose poems, play the piano and paint, and wait to find a husband and raise children with her.
Although she was from the Yuan Dynasty, she had a special liking for Han culture and even changed her name to a Han name. Her real name is Min Min Temuer, and she changed the word Zhao Min to her.
Yang Xiao also joked: "My leader is not only highly skilled in martial arts, he is also outstanding in literary talent. He is proficient in all kinds of poetry, lyrics and songs. He is the number one scholar. If my leader is willing, he can get it. Miss Zhao, please be careful. Don’t be charmed by my leader.”
"Could it be that people from the Ming Cult are so shameless?"
Zhao Min has a noble status, and no one would dare to speak to her like this. Unexpectedly, what was originally said by a local scoundrel would now be said by a group of high-ranking officials in the Ming Cult. It is really unbelievable!
Although what Yang Xiao said was naked, she was not angry. When these people got the Shixiang Ruanjin Powder, she could make whatever she wanted.
"How brave, how dare you be so rude to my master!" Luzhangke immediately stepped out from behind Zhao Min and slapped Jingzhou in the face. The cold wind spread across his palm, seeming to freeze a person's mind. .
This time, he used the Xuanming Divine Palm to give this boy some color!
The leader of the Ming Cult, in his opinion, at most has good qualifications and a small amount of kung fu! As for the trap set by Zhao Min, in his opinion, it was just a redundant move. People like them can't take down the Mingjiao people with force!
As for the fish to the death and the net to break the net, that is even more impossible!
Since the disappearance of Yang Dingtian in Mingjiao, there has been no master who can scare the two brothers.
Jingzhou pointed a finger casually, and smiled at Luzhangke's palm: "Xuanming Divine Palm, the unique skill of Taoist Baishu. Although this palm power has some merits, it is still a heresy."
Luzhangke said "Hmm", and his face suddenly changed. He felt a pure Yang force entering his body. The finger was like a red-hot iron hook, piercing through his palm, causing extreme pain.
Although he had the intention to retort, the Xuan Ming Zhen Qi in his body, when paired with the pure Yang Qi, was like a mouse meeting a cat. It suddenly became sluggish and retreated steadily.
Immediately, Luzhangke withdrew his palm, took a big step back, stopped taking action, and looked at Jingzhou with a wary expression. At this time, the energy in his body was already in chaos, making him miserable.
Seeing that Luzhangke suffered a secret loss, Dongfang Bai and others were greatly surprised. The two elders Xuanming were the most skilled people under Zhao Min, and their Xuanming Divine Palm was unparalleled in the world. They were all like the two elders Xuanming. I have suffered losses under the palm technique. Unexpectedly, Luzhangke lost one move in this fight.
Zhao Min glanced at Jingzhou with interest, stopped the Hebiweng who was about to explode next to him, and said with a smile: "Master Jingzhou is indeed very skilled in martial arts, and he is worthy of being the leader of a religion! But inviting the leader here today is not a matter of force. What about discussing Taoism, but doing elegant things like drinking wine and enjoying the scenery, making friends, and giving advice?"
Jing Zhou smiled and said, "It's okay for guests to do as they please."
"Okay!" Zhao Min unfolded his folding fan and introduced the scenery of the village one by one to Jingzhou and others.
The mountains and rocks in this village are ancient, the streams and ponds are clear, there are flowers and stones everywhere, and the layout is full of allusions. After Zhao Min explained it, Wei Yixiao got to know this Zhuangzi again. He didn't expect that there is such a thing in it. Many stories.
After passing the hall and passing through the cloister, there is a large garden. There is a water pavilion in the middle of the garden, and two tables of dishes have been placed in the pavilion.
Zhao Min invited Jingzhou to take a seat, while Ah Da and others accompanied Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao in the side hall.
"How about you, Master Jingjiao, try this daughter's red that has been hidden for seventeen years?"
Zhao Min poured a glass of wine, drank it himself, and then filled it up for Jing Zhou.
"Young Master Zhao, you don't have to be like this. I trust Mr. Zhao and I absolutely disdain those little tricks of poisoning."
Knowing that Zhao Min acted first because he was worried that the food and wine were poisonous, but at this time, Jingzhou had already mastered four volumes of the Nine Yang Manual and was not afraid of the poison in this world, so he pointed this out.
"Master Nestorianism is really a strange person, I admire him."
If you want to live longer in this world, you must never lose your sense of precaution. Therefore, most people are cautious when eating out, for fear of being plotted by others. This makes Jingzhou even more unique in Zhao Min's eyes. .
"Good wine, 17-year-old daughter's wine. Thank you so much, Mr. Zhao."
"As long as the leader likes it."
After taking a sip of wine, Jingzhou looked into Zhao Min's bright eyes and said, "Young Master Zhao is also a strange person, and I am deeply impressed by him."
"Oh? I wonder what Master Jingzhou admires me for? I'm just an ordinary person. Could it be that what the Master said was such perfunctory words?" After saying that, Zhao Min looked at Jingzhou curiously, wanting to hear what the man in front of him would say. What.
There were usually many people flattering her, but she wanted to see if the leader of the Ming Cult could come up with something new when he flattered her. . .